From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V4 #49 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Tuesday, April 3 2001 Volume 04 : Number 049 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: "what's the matter here?" [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: life ["Brown" ] ET: what lies beneath [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 01:42:05 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: "what's the matter here?" lonely is a computer screen shining blue with a radio on a chair and oldies playing songs about broken hearts. lonely is the sound of keys clacking in an empty room and the way your fingers get cold after too much typing. - ---- wishing that you would take it back every bit of it so i could uncurl myself and breathe again. no wait, i didn't mean that i am dying without you it's just that your obvious disapproval has burrowed deep inside my stomach and everything i do revolves around the fact that i can't move the way i used to. so take it back and let me breathe again. without the weight of you sitting on my chest. - ------- i don't know what i would fall on if you were busy falling too. what would happen if we both tripped and went head over heels over head at the same time? how far would we go before we came to a halt how long would we fall before we stopped? if you weren't there for me to land on i don't know how many more scars i would have. i. just. want. some. one. to. love. me. back. but you are always there when i come in for a hard landing. - ---------- 1 2 4 8 16 scars gathering dust. (really there are more than that) and i try not to cry because the tears only polish what i've tried to hide under layers of forgetfulness. 16 attempts to release what i didn't want inside of me. (really, there were more than that) and they don't shrivel no matter how many tears they soak up. - ----- roya "there's an awful lot of breathing room but i can hardly move" matchbox 20 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 05:03:42 -0500 From: "Brown" Subject: ET: life the happy people tryin' to controll the dead takin' away our life... free my sustenence and let me die. It's a lost cause it's a love cause in vein to keep alive the already done with life is ok to be alone and lost in times of need all times are times of need why do people feel the need to save those who wish to save themselves as only they know how to deal with the despondant reality of life what are the losses of a lost dream welcomed in futility a love for us all. I cry for the blind obsessions of the needs of all to fix everyone else who isn't broken as broken as can be... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2001 14:19:38 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: what lies beneath im killing my bones for one look inside of you so the root of everything can be found and can be destroyed im tired of looking at the same faces the same face in the mirror every morning that doesnt smile back i got the change in my back pocket but no train station to spend it out and im reaching for the bags that i dont have it was easier to leave everything behind i just remember what i didnt want to forget the old sunsets that we would watch from the top of the mountains in our dreams the records that are scratched playing over and over in my mind best friends in hearts scared of reliving nightmares scared of other things and isnt going to tell anymore secrets some things come back to haunt you some things always come back in the fact that they can hurt you more the second time around than they did the first dont let me leave you and come back to something less i wanted everything the way that it was the picture frames need not change over the years i wanted memories i wanted something better than myself i wanted someone to smile back at me in the mirror ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V4 #49 *********************************